Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.